Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.